You found yourself devoured by Jordana's mountainous butt cheeks held firmly in place by her bikini bottoms. The generous pale ass meat practically overflowed from her swimsuit and thoroughly consumed you in waves of booty fat. Jordana and the gang hopped out of the car and, along with the rest of the group which had arrived with them, collectively made their way into your house ready to kickstart a night of partying.
"Mmmph," you groaned as Jordana walked with you trapped in her bikini. Her cosmically large ass enveloped you with each shift of her cheeks. Each step she made caused a tsunami of butt fat to consume your world.
"You guys go ahead and get started," said Jordana. "I've gotta go take care of something in Blaise's room."
"Do you need any help," asked Ariadne.
"Nah, but thanks for the offer! You guys can go ahead and get started. Don't drink everything before I get back."
"Will do!"
Jordana trekked off to your room making sure to put a little bit of sway into each step as she did. After she entered, she made sure to close and lock the door behind her so the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. She plopped her gargantuan ass on your bed savoring a few more moments of feeling you squirm inside her crack before reaching back and fishing you out of it holding you between her fingers. You started coughing as your body immediately got to work expelling unhealthy amounts of butt sweat from your lungs.
"Am I too much woman for you," she mocked as she lifted you towards her face.
You finished coughing and looked into her eyes, which were huge compared to you. "Why do you pick on me?"
Jordana's eyes widened in surprise before resuming a more smug expression. "Why, you ask?" The answer is simple: tough love!"
"Tough love?"
"That's right, tough love! You see, Blaise... you're too soft. You let my sister walk all over you."
"I do not!"
"Really? So I'm guessing she asks your permission before she sits and farts on you?"
You couldn't argue with her there. Lillian had a bad habit of sitting on your lap and then farting on you. It's not like it didn't bother you, but you'd known her for years and were used to it by now. It was one of those things where whenever it happened you'd told Lillian that it bothered you, but when she didn't stop it was like all resistance on your end ground to a halt.
"It's not like I haven't told her to stop," you said sheepishly.
"If you're ever going to grow a backbone, then you're going to need some tough love. I love my sister but she sucks at being straightforward with her feelings."
"Her feelings?"
"Ugh! Lillian might be god awful at being straightforward about what she thinks of you, but you're even worse at picking up on her crappy cues."
You weren't sure how to take that. You'd known Lillian for years and she'd been sitting on your lap since you were kids, so you didn't think anything of it. If someone like Jen were to sit on you're lap, then you'd probably take it a different way though.
"So to answer your question... that's why I pick on you. I want you to be able to stand up for yourself whenever she does something that bothers you. And now that we're on the same page... I think it's time that I give you an extra dose of tough love," she said with a grin.
What does she do?
"Mmmph," you groaned as Jordana walked with you trapped in her bikini. Her cosmically large ass enveloped you with each shift of her cheeks. Each step she made caused a tsunami of butt fat to consume your world.
"You guys go ahead and get started," said Jordana. "I've gotta go take care of something in Blaise's room."
"Do you need any help," asked Ariadne.
"Nah, but thanks for the offer! You guys can go ahead and get started. Don't drink everything before I get back."
"Will do!"
Jordana trekked off to your room making sure to put a little bit of sway into each step as she did. After she entered, she made sure to close and lock the door behind her so the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. She plopped her gargantuan ass on your bed savoring a few more moments of feeling you squirm inside her crack before reaching back and fishing you out of it holding you between her fingers. You started coughing as your body immediately got to work expelling unhealthy amounts of butt sweat from your lungs.
"Am I too much woman for you," she mocked as she lifted you towards her face.
You finished coughing and looked into her eyes, which were huge compared to you. "Why do you pick on me?"
Jordana's eyes widened in surprise before resuming a more smug expression. "Why, you ask?" The answer is simple: tough love!"
"Tough love?"
"That's right, tough love! You see, Blaise... you're too soft. You let my sister walk all over you."
"I do not!"
"Really? So I'm guessing she asks your permission before she sits and farts on you?"
You couldn't argue with her there. Lillian had a bad habit of sitting on your lap and then farting on you. It's not like it didn't bother you, but you'd known her for years and were used to it by now. It was one of those things where whenever it happened you'd told Lillian that it bothered you, but when she didn't stop it was like all resistance on your end ground to a halt.
"It's not like I haven't told her to stop," you said sheepishly.
"If you're ever going to grow a backbone, then you're going to need some tough love. I love my sister but she sucks at being straightforward with her feelings."
"Her feelings?"
"Ugh! Lillian might be god awful at being straightforward about what she thinks of you, but you're even worse at picking up on her crappy cues."
You weren't sure how to take that. You'd known Lillian for years and she'd been sitting on your lap since you were kids, so you didn't think anything of it. If someone like Jen were to sit on you're lap, then you'd probably take it a different way though.
"So to answer your question... that's why I pick on you. I want you to be able to stand up for yourself whenever she does something that bothers you. And now that we're on the same page... I think it's time that I give you an extra dose of tough love," she said with a grin.
What does she do?
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May 12, 2023
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